"I thought you weren't afraid of death. The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and there's still two-thirds left to dig. Why don't you continue?"
Lu Xingye stood on the stairs looking down from a higher position,, his delicate chin nodding towards the pile of ruins behind her, with a mocking cold smile on his face.
And his words were as irritating as they could be.
Lu Fengxuan said impatiently, "If young master Lu is here specifically to make fun of me and talk rubbish, then please continue. I won't keep you company!"
With that, she supported Qin Sen with both hands, indicating that he should try to stand.
Qin Sen's body stiffened as he slowly rose from the ground. Intense pain radiated from the gunshot wound in his back, and cold sweat kept breaking out.
At this moment, Lu Xingye touched on exactly the remark he shouldn't have: "Lu Fengxuan, if you move him again, he'll have you to thank for being in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
